Third Person's POV.
As dawn crept over the horizon, casting a golden shimmer through the grand windows of the Potter's Mansion. The driveway gleamed under the soft glow of the rising sun, the sleek black SUV gliding smoothly to a stop before the grand entrance. Daphne, her cheeks still flushed from the night's exhilaration, stepped out first, her eyes bright with excitement. Penelope followed close behind, her hair slightly tousled as she kept a steady hand on her friend's arm, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
Both girls made their way inside, moving with a gentle urgency through the sprawling halls. Their night out had been a whirlwind—an intoxicating escape from the constraints of their world.
Penelope and Daphne, exhausted yet exhilarated from their night out, hurried to Daphne's luxurious bedroom, seeking comfort and rest after their lively adventure. They sank into Daphne's king-sized bed, exchanging tired but happy smiles, eager to escape into dreams. And when they finally drifted off, the mansion remained silent for a while. But when they finally opened their eyes again, everything had changed. The mansion was suddenly alive—sttaf bustling through the corridors, the aroma of breakfast wafting in the air, and lively voices echoing from every direction. The house felt vibrant and full of energy, as if the mansion itself had come alive with excitement in anticipation of the day ahead.
The Potter's family mansion was a hive of activity. Staff moved swiftly, preparing for the evening's festivities, their footsteps echoing loudly against marble floors. The air was tinged with the scent of fresh flowers—roses, peonies, and orchids—carefully arranged to adorn every corner, every table, every chandelier. It was as if the house itself had been transformed into a palace of celebration overnight.
Both girls headed downstairs, the sound their footsteps echoing softly on the marble floor. Daphne's mind was already racing with the details she had carefully curated with the event planner: the grand setup, the floral arrangements, the shimmering décor—all to make this birthday the most lavish celebration she'd ever had.
"Wow," Penelope breathed, glancing around. "Everything looks like it belongs in a fairy tale."
Daphne's eyes sparkled with pride. "Tonight's going to be unforgettable. Just wait till you see what I have planned."
They took a quick look around the mansion before breakfast. After eating, they went back upstairs to get ready for the day. After all, girls usually need a lot of time to prepare.
Back in Daphne's spacious dressing room, she stood before a full-length mirror, her reflection a vision of radiant youth. Her dress design by Percy was a vision—an elegant, floor-length dress of shimmering champagne silk that hugged her figure perfectly, with delicate beadwork tracing intricate patterns along the neckline and hem. Her hair was styled in loose, cascading waves, pinned softly to one side, revealing sparkling diamond earrings that caught the light with every movement. Her makeup was subtle yet glamorous—bronze cheeks, a hint of shimmer on her eyelids, and a soft pink gloss that highlighted her full lips. Penelope was bustling around her, helping with the finishing touches.
Penelope entered, carrying a delicate silver clutch and a box of accessories. "You look stunning, babe!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with admiration.
Daphne smiled, turning to face her. "Thanks. I almost forgot how good Percy is."
"Yeah, he took his time with this one," Penelope said, a note of pride in her voice for her twin brother.
Meanwhile, as the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, casting a warm amber glow across the sprawling grounds of the Potter's Mansion, the estate seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. The grand entrance, adorned with lush floral arrangements and shimmering lanterns, slowly swung open to reveal the first guests arriving, their elegant silhouettes moving gracefully across the manicured lawns.
The driveway was already lined with luxury cars—sleek Rolls-Royces, gleaming Bentleys, and polished Mercedes—each one a testament to the high society that Daphne's family was part of. The air buzzed with excitement, whispers of anticipation fluttering through the crowd as they stepped out, dressed in their finest attire, ready to celebrate Daphne's twenty-second birthday in style.
Amongst the first to arrive were Mr. and Mrs. Moore, a distinguished couple whose reputation for sophistication preceded them. Mrs. Moore, tall and poised, wore a stunning crimson gown that shimmered under the soft outdoor lighting, her blonde hair perfectly coiffed and her smile warm. Mr. Moore, equally distinguished, donned a tailored tuxedo, adjusting his cufflinks as he held his wife's hand, his eyes twinkling with pride and affection. Their son Percy, handsome and intimidating followed close behind, clad in a dapper suit, already dreading the evening as he looked at other guests.
Not far behind were Mr. and Mrs. Diggs, a formidable duo known for their influence and wealth in the entertainment industry. Mrs. Diggs wore an emerald velvet dress, her jewelry sparkling as she stepped out of her car with an air of effortless elegance. Mr. Diggs, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a commanding presence, looked every part the successful businessman, his handshake firm and confident. Their son Cole, a striking young man with a playboy look and sharp wits, grinned as he surveyed the scene, already making his way toward the cluster of guests, eager to mingle and make the most of his evening.
The driveway filled quickly now, new arrivals adding a vibrant hum to the evening's unfolding symphony. Staff moved swiftly, opening doors and guiding newcomers toward the grand entrance, where the enormous oak doors gleamed in the soft glow of the lanterns. The mansion's windows shimmered like jewels, revealing glimpses of the lavish interior—ornate chandeliers, gilded mirrors, and the promise of an unforgettable night.
Inside, the vast ballroom was in the final stages of preparation. The hosts had spared no expense—every detail meticulously designed to impress. The ceiling was draped with white silk and twinkling fairy lights, creating a celestial canopy that seemed to stretch into eternity. Tall floral arrangements of roses, peonies, and orchids lined the walls, filling the air with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. Crystal chandeliers hung like stars overhead, casting a luminous glow over the assembled guests.
The room was already beginning to fill with the who's who of high society—families with storied histories, influential figures whose names were whispered with reverence, and young aristocrats eager to make their presence known. The guests, dressed to the nines, exchanged greetings and compliments, their voices blending seamlessly with the soft strains of the string quartet playing in the background. The grand staircase, draped with velvet ropes and floral arrangements, led the way to the upper floors, where Daphne's room was a flurry of last-minute preparations—her gown, her jewelry, her nerves—each meticulously checked and double-checked.
The moment was approaching—soon, the Potter's Mansion would be alive with music, laughter, and the clinking of champagne glasses. Daphne made her way to the balcony as she watched the scene unfold, her heart fluttering with excitement of what's the come. Penelope was at her side, adjusting the hem of her own dress as they watched the guests continue to pour in—each one arriving to honor Daphne's twenty-second birthday in the splendor that only the Potter's Mansion could host.
It was going to be a night that's filled with the promise of prestige, and the kind of magic that only high society could conjure—a night from which stories would be told for years to come.